You And Me, We Were Meant To Be

Her-

I had walls around me, imprisoning me, a cage you may call it. I had rules to follow, orders I have to fulfill, expectations to live up to, and once again, many rules to follow. Call my life a rule. But, he wasn't a part of that rule, no one ordered me to love him, it was not a rule to dream about a future with him, to crave his touch, to wait for his smile, rather it was against every rule set for me by them. They already had the pages of my life inked by them, dictated by them, planned out by them, maybe, just maybe, he's here to destroy these pages, maybe he's here to paint my empty canvas with his colours. Maybe, I'm just being too hopeful.